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It's been over five years since the dead began to rise, and an overwhelming force of demonic enemies are running rampant in the streets. The population of undead are growing and constantly on the move, but can humanity survive such a deadly plague? Or is it already too late?
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Freya would enter the "lair" with Rowen. She made sure that all of her Lesser servants were gone as to not frighten the boy. She opened the large, old, wooden doors with ease, using her superior strength to do so. They were in a great hall with white marble floors covered with crimson red Persian rugs. Gold and red banners hung on the walls, as well as some exquisite paintings, suits of armor, statues, and other rich items. She tugged Rowen along, her hand waving in the air.
"Welcome to my home... our home now, Rowen darling~" she said with a smile.
The Overmind of lust walked through the massive hallway dripping with confidence and beauty. As she tugged him along, she would show him certain items and talk about them, their history, and sometimes how she obtained the items. They would eventually reach the main room where she stayed, which was massive and looked like a throne room. A large chaise was in the center, a crimson blanket with gold trimming draped over it.There were also crimson, gold, and white pillows on it. One of the most predominant features about her favorite room were all of the numerous instruments. There was a white grand piano, a large golden harps as well as other harps of different sizes, there was a beautiful cherry wood cello, bass, and a few violins, which were placed on a table, and many other instruments.
"And this is the main room where I reside," said she with her sultry voice. "I prefer to relax here, play music, and sing here~"
Throughout the entire trip to this place, Rowen was in awe, and in extreme happiness. He seemed to have a spring in his step, and a little dance as he followed her. The voices by now had settled down; well mostly anyway. They still had their ideas about following this woman into this strange place. Obviously they didn't think it was safe. Which it really wasn't.
And he was even more of awe when he saw the inside of her place. His hand let go as he looked around the room ever so softly, raising his head upwards before looking around. He was in awe, the textures, the colors. Rowen couldn't help but give a wide smile. "Rowen is in love with this place. Its beautiful, colorful. Ohh Rowen can't wait to dance to music, play music and be with Freya! Rowen can't wait to spend time with you!" He gently grinned, his arms coming around her in a hug of gladness. Rowen was beyond thrilled.
He softly smiled before dancing over and around the different instruments. He softly grinned, looking at each little detail in love and joy. He was in big happiness and piece right now. He couldn't take his eyes off every detail.
Freya smiles and watches him look at her home, eyes filled with awe and amazement. This caused a soft chuckle to escape her lips. The boy really was amusing and entertaining to say the least. He would make such a fun and sweet pet. The female Overmind will laugh elegantly and nod.
"Neither can I, my pet. I can play every instrument here to I could play all sorts of music for you to dance to. Whatever you like," said she with sweetness in her voice. When Rowen was happy, it made her bubble up inside. It made her happy herself.
The woman walked over to her chaise in the center of the room, her dress swaying against her form. She walked up a step and sat on the piece of furniture, raising her legs up and laying across up. Her hand motioned for Rowen to come over to her.
"Rowen, darling," she cooed, calling him, "would you mind coming over here? Freya is a little tired and would like to rest before showing you the rest of the building. Is that alright with you?"
Freya was not exactly tired, at least not too much so to show him around, but she wanted to cuddle up to her darling pet Rowen and pamper him a little. There was always time to show him her home, but she was in a snuggling mood, which was pretty rare. Her hand pat down at the cushion, wanting him to lay beside her.
Rowen glanced around, filled with awe. The room was beautiful, colorful and oh so lovely. He grinned gently, spinning on his feet as he stared around. He was beginning to really love this place. It was so beautiful and filled with love and joy. Rowen felt he was really going to like it here. He could just feel it in his strange body. "Freya, the voices and Rowen really like this place. So warm feeling and pretty pretty! Rowen thinks he is going to really love this place. Yes yes!"
Rowen smiled a bit as he saw Freya walk toward her chaise, and lay across it. "Rowen, darling, would you mind coming over here? Freya is a little tired."
Nodding softly, and knowing that she probably wanted to rest, Rowen happily danced over toward her, his eyes bright and happy. He came near her chaise, seeing how she laid across it in such a relaxing manner. He was curious to say the least. "What do you want Rowen to do for you? Lay with you or something? Rowen is a little confused what you want Freya." He admitted, sitting next to her, but didn't lie down yet. He titled his head to the side, hands clasped in front of him.
Freya smiled and let out a soft, elegant giggle. Rowen was such an adorable human. She really did like him. He was starting to make such a wonderful pet, for he was so very entertaining and cute. His actions, attitude, and mannerisms in speech amused her immensely and she actually found them endearing.
"Oh I am so glad!" the female Overmind exclaimed, brushing her hair back simultaneously. Her eyes gleamed in delight and in humor. "Pretty pretty? Well, that is very, very good to hear, my sweet~! I do hope that you love it as I do, if not more so in due time."
Freya nodded and stroked the area before her. "Yes, darling. I wish for you to lay right here next to me. You do not mind, do you? I am just so tired and want to rest for a little while, but I would only want to do so if you were with me." Her cheek rubbed against the pillow at her head. "This chaise is rather lush and comfortable~ I think you will like it. I also have a blanket made of chinchilla fur. It is so soft... softer than velvet even, my sweet. We could snuggle up under it together and rest for a little while. How does that sound? Hmm~?"
A hand rubbed up and down his back when he sat next to her. She truly wanted to cuddle with him, and not in a sexual manner, surprisingly. Freya wanted to just relax with her human pet and talk about decorating and little manners like that before possibly taking a small nap.
Freya was a wonderful woman he began to notice. She was so sweet to him, and to the voices even! She treated him so well, and didn't cause him crazy or insane like others did. She actually treated him like a human being! Rowen smiled at the thought, happy that he was treated well. The human sat happily on her chaise, his legs crossed, hands on his knees. He calmly smiled looking around the room, feeling the woman's hand down his back and a calming smoothing manner.
Rowen glanced over at her, titling his head to the side.. "Rowen understands; your a sweet woman miss Freya. Your a calming person, and Rowen likes being around you!" He replied, giving her a big smile.
Rowen, we can't trust her... She's not trust worthy... No, she is. Shut up unconcerned!
Rowen rubbed the side of his head, tugging on a lock of his hair. "Voices, hush. Rowen trusts her and Rowen doesn't give a care what you think. Miss Freya is sweet, smart, and nice to us. Thats all we should care about, Voices. So stop being mean." He protested, laying down next to her. He leaned into her ever so quietly, hugging her waist. He liked her; she was so sweet.
Freya watched Rowen as he was internally struggling with the voices in his head. She closed her eyes and sighed. The young man easily and quickly trusted her, but it would take much longer and require patience for ALL of him to trust her. Fortunately, if Freya wanted something she could wait a long while for it. Sure, she preferred to have things right away and the sooner the better, but sometimes waiting for things ended in a better harvest. A smile curved on her lips and her emerald eyes softened as she looked at Rowen.
"And you are a sweet young man, Rowen dearest~" she replied in a soothing voice. A hand rose up and caressed his cheek. "I calm you? Oh, how wonderful~ I am glad you feel that way."
The lids of her eyes drooped in slight concern at Rowen when he was talking to the voices. They truly didn't like nor trust her, it seemed. But he was so insistent on being with Freya. It made the Overmind feel good about herself. Rowen was fighting himself for her. What a splendid pet indeed~ She felt a little warmth inside when the young man hugged her waist and Freya smiled and moved forward a little, hugging him as well. Her forehead rested against the top of his head and her lips rubbed the tip of his nose.
"Yes," she murmured, snuggling closer to Rowen, her breasts and body pressing against his chest in her tight embrace, "please stop being mean to me~ All of what he said is true about me, I promise. Most certainly towards all of you. I want the best for you all~"
Rowen didn't know what to say or how to react. Apparently she believed he was adorable. He really was unsure what to think about that. Was he adorable? To Freya he was apparently. Rowen titled his head in confusion, staring at her direction. "Rowen doesn't really understand Miss Freya. Rowen is sorry for that." He replied sadly, bending his head down to his chest. He thought he upset her by saying that. Sometimes he wished he wasn't so mental.
Rowen blinked in surprise at her actions, resting his hands on the chaise to prevent him from falling. He stared at her in confusion titling his head as she talked. She was right. The voices should treat her with respect. But the voices didn't really care about that. Nor did they care what to think.
"We don't care about you lady. You see, we only care about Rowen." "Yes yes, Rowen is the only one we care about"
Rowen sighed a little, feeling her hug his form. He rested his head back biting his jaw. "The voices don't care about you miss Freya. They only seem to care about me and not anyone else sadly. Rowen is sorry that the voices have said that and feel this way." He whispered turning his head away, looking visibly upset